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Chapter 6

A few days after everything was put in order, Mia found herself walking with Cassandra to the meeting room. She didn't know why, but she was starting to feel a kinship to Cassandra. The woman was hard, but underneath all the anger and toughness was a woman who wanted to save the world. Mia could relate to that, even if the woman was a Seeker.

It was better than being a Templar.

Cassandra looked down at her marked palm, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, "No, but it didn't close the Breach. I wish I knew what it was." There had been no mention of this green power in her world. There had been no Breach either though. The fade had already melded with her world by the time her father was born. Who knew how much knowledge was lost in those 500 years of the Elder One's reign?

Cassandra said, "We will find out soon enough. What's important is that your mark is now stable, as is the Breach. You've given us time, and Solas believes a second attempt will succeed; provided the mark has more power. The same level of power that was used to open the Breach in the first place. That will not be easy to come by."

Of course it was not easy to come by. She wasn't powerful enough to match the Elder One in her own time. If he was indeed responsible for opening this breach now, which Mia had no doubt he was, then they were going to need more power than she had access to. She said, "You have a plan?"

"Not yet, but we have an idea," Cassandra said. She said no more, and Mia followed her into the meeting room. The handsome Commander was there. "You've met Commander Cullen, leader of the Inquisition's forces."

Cullen said, "It was only for a moment on the field. I'm pleased you survived." His words had a false tone to it, but not so much that there was open animosity. His eyes were suspicious. She knew he was thinking about her display of magic during the fighting.

Cassandra gestured towards a tanned woman with black hair, "This is Lady Josephine Montilyet, our Ambassador and Chief Diplomat."

Josephine nodded, "I've heard much, it's a pleasure to meet you at last."

Cassandra said, "Of course, you know Sister Leliana."

Leliana said, "My position here involves a degree of…"

Cassandra said, "Leliana is our spymaster."

Leliana nodded, "Tactfully put, Cassandra. Yes, I am the Inquisition's spymaster. I acted as the same for the Divine. Before we begin there is something I want to clear up. I had to do some checking on you, as the Divine trusted you enough to warn you when whoever attacked her was there. I did not know you were even at the Conclave, and the Divine, who told us everything, did not tell us you were there. I went through the Trevelyan family tree. There is no Mia Trevelyan."

Cullen said, "Your display of power on the battlefield was unlike any I have ever seen."

Cassandra growled at her, "You will tell us who you are, the truth this time?"

Mia said, "I am who I say I am!"

Leliana threw the Trevelyan family tree on the table. She said, "This says otherwise."

Cullen said, "Are you from Tevinter? That is the only way I can explain your power. It felt like blood magic."

She lost her temper. How dare he? She shouted, "Don't you ever call me Tevinter again. I am not one of those bastards."

Cassandra said, "Then explain your magic, and the discrepancy in your family tree! Cullen told me about your power, the ease with which you used it without a staff. The Trevelyan's have next to no mages in the family, and certainly none that powerful!"

"That's not true!" She shouted back, "Every couple generations a powerful mage is born into the Trevelyan family."

Leliana eyed her, "I've seen you somewhere, and it was definitely not as a Trevelyan."

Mia shook her head, "Trust me; you have never seen me before."

Leliana obviously did not like being told she was wrong. She said, "I am sure I have seen you before."

Mia managed to stop the words before they left her mouth. She did not know if telling them she was from the future was a good idea. The people from this time did not tolerate blood magic. How else was she to explain traveling back through time?

She said, "I was sent here to help. That's all you need to know."

Cassandra's hand went to her sword, "Who sent you to help? You know what threat we are facing?"

What to say? The truth was out of the question. She sighed, "I want to trust you guys, but I can't, not yet. Just know that I am here to stop this threat."

Cassandra started to speak, but Leliana raised a hand, stopping her. She said, "I believe what you say is true, you are here to stop whatever threat we face. The fact that you won't tell us your identity however is suspect."

She ran her hands through her hair, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. These people were freaking stubborn. She looked up at Leliana's suddenly pale face. She frowned, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Leliana shook her head, "That mannerism is something I have only seen in one person…"

Mia stilled. The odd calming ritual was something only her family did. Well, at least that was how it was in her time. The only person in this time Leliana could be referring to was… Shit, great, it would be her luck to find someone who knew her many times Great Grandmother. She should have known. The private journals that belonged to the Theirin family, the ones she had poured through before making this trip, had spoken of a companion named Leliana.

The Left Hand of the Divine.

Mia knew she wouldn't have been able to keep her origins a secret, but it would be even harder now. Leliana had been known as the greatest spymaster before the Elder One came into power. She had not escaped his grasp, but she had helped start the rebellion against him.

Mia needed to put a stop to their questioning before she was forced to reveal who she was. She said, "Look, my identity is not the issue. Stopping this threat is the issue."

Cullen said, "If you are not in league with this threat, then you will have no problem passing a little test."

The tone of his voice had her wary. "What test?" She asked.

He didn't say anything as he marched through the doors, and left. She grew tense, knowing something was wrong. He came back a few moments later with a young man in Templar garb. She tensed. She would recognize that symbol anywhere.

Cullen said, "Harrison, focus on her. What do you sense?"

Everyone was tense. Mia wished she knew what was going on. What in the world was he supposed to be sensing? They already knew she was a mage.

Harrison gasped, "Blood Mage!"

He reached for his sword, but Cullen's hand was already lashing out. A blast of power went out, and she gasped as she felt her mana drain. She went pale. "You're a Templar," she said. She forced her mana to restore itself as she surrounded herself in a shield. It hurt, but she would take the hurt to keep herself away from this man. He was a Templar, a freaking Templar.

"Enough!" Cassandra shouted, and came in between them. "Harrison, put away your sword and leave. We will get answers!"

Harrison hastily sheathed his sword, and ran out of the room. He was scared of her! These idiot Templar's with the power to hurt mages were scared of her. She would have found it hilarious if keeping up her shield wasn't hurting her.

Cullen stared her down, but she wouldn't cower. She stared at him defiantly, until he lowered his hand. She slowly lowered her shield, her body wanting to collapse as her strength practically left her. She would not fall though, not when there was a Templar present.

He said, "I realized you used blood magic when we were fighting the other day. It was a powerful spell. It takes a powerful mage to be able to use her mana after having it taken away by a Templar."

She glared daggers at him for the reminder. "I've had enough practice. The Templar's offer a fate worse than death if caught."

He scoffed, "For good reason, blood mages consort with demons. They cannot be allowed to call them here."

She growled, "Not all blood magic is learned from demons. It is the easiest way to do it, sure, but not the only."

Cullen glared at her, "You are from Tevinter, aren't you? Only Tevinter mages would find more than one way to learn blood magic."

There went her temper. She said, "Don't talk about things you do not know Commander! How many times do I have to say not to call me Tevinter again? Stupid bloody freaking Templars!"

He ignored her insult, sticking to his questioning. He said, "That still doesn't explain the blood magic."

She said, "Our survival depended on us being able to adapt. Blood Magic was used against us, so we learned how to use it against them."

Leliana said, "What exactly did you have to adapt to?"

Mia closed her eyes. She was very close to spilling everything. She needed to get out of here. She wouldn't feel safe until she was away from this man. She opened her eyes, "I came here to stop the threat we face, because not doing so would mean the end of the world. I won't let your revulsion to blood magic stop me from doing that. People died getting me here. I will not let their sacrifice be in vain. Let me know when you are ready to actually talk about the Breach."

No one stopped her as she left the room.

AN: Here's Chapter 6. I feel like I should explain the mannerism thing. When I say Mia's running her hands through her hair while taking deep breaths, I mean she keeps doing it. Imagine someone running their hands through their hair over and over while they calm down with deep breaths. That's what Mia does. My brother read this, and he was like "Better explain that one, because everyone's going to think running your hands through your hair once doesn't sound odd at all. Everyone does it at one point in their life, you know."

I hope you enjoy this chapter!